Who: Open [0/2]
Where: Grand Teton Mall
When: 3 July 2044
When the chaos of the outbreak is dealt with, a quarantine weathered and a monumental clean up effort begun, it takes the cake when Alexei Volkov dangles temptation of promise in status and resources over the heads of the shocked and grieving, conditional with the cost of betrayal to their own. A surprising number of individuals seem entranced by the lure of his bait, forgetting that by default there will be more to go around with the loss of 89 individuals to feed, protect. Itâs a fact that many seem to overlook. The murmurs following Alexeiâs latest proclamation leave a bitter taste in Orionâs mouth.Â
He finds himself walking the hallways of the mall with a self-imposed task of assessing damage, but he can't help but be distracted by the way the halls are lined with signs of violence. The splatters of dried blood on the floor & walls... The remains of improvised weapons scattered... Doors busted in--some with signs of failed barricades and some simply swung wide open. It's hard to objectively look past.
There are signs of clean up around some. He imagines the ones who survived can't bare to live on in spaces with such vivid, physical reminders--to continue in places of tainted sanctity that had been held for many years. His own shared quarters were fortunate to have not been marred by violence but many couldn't say the same. He had a feeling there would a number of vacancies in the surrounding living spaces once tallies of what rooms were now without tenants were properly accounted for.
There was a lot that needed to be done, and he had a feeling that he and the others that shared overlapping skill sets with his own would be busy in the coming days. It didnât help that they were still playing catch up with that last storm.
He rubbed a hand along his jaw, absently making a mental note that he needed to shave when he had a moment. With a sigh he backtracked to the delivery bay, and slid into a seat on a bench on which was already occupied on one end by another that looked just as tired as him. "It's really been one shit show after another lately, hasn't it?"













